In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
There is lace in every living thing: the bare branches of winter, the patterns of clouds, the surface of water as it… — Brunonia Barry Copy Share Image
But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed,… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
I spend too much time away from home. I love travelling, but we can be away for as much as four months… — Jonathan Agnew Copy Share Image
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The Farmer’s Almanac promised a cold winter. The coldest in decades. Andrew grinned, unaware of how hideously ugly it made him. Let… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share Image
Dried porcini add a substantial, deep flavour to otherwise more neutral vegetables. I use them in risottos, mashed roots and winter soups. — Yotam Ottolenghi Copy Share Image
“she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.” — Gwen Calvo Copy Share Image
The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling… — Andrew Wyeth Copy Share Image
“My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see… — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
“It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into… — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
“She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
You ask if there is no doctrine of sorrow in my philosophy. Of acute sorrow I suppose that I know comparatively little.… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Amber, you could never embarrass me." "Never?" she asked. "Never." "One time, I yelled across the store to Mom and asked her… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their… — Grace Paley Copy Share Image
“An inexplicable contentment blossomed in his chest and spread through him like hot chocolate does on a cold winter day. He” — Shelly Alexander Copy Share Image
“Autumn is Nature's last party of the year. And dressing for the occasion, forests don their brightest attire, while the creatures follow… — Debra Welsh Copy Share Image
Such a large sweet fruit is a complete marriage, that it needs a very long summer to ripen in and then a… — Theodore Parker Copy Share Image
I don’t know of a better argument in favor of farming with horses than trying to start an old tractor in the… — Gene Logsdon Copy Share Image
“I'm going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five.' Kai's… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
